Saturday, January 22, 2011

I can only bring myself to cut into these kinds of fabrics once I forget what I paid for them. I think I've had this marvelous Hilco sweatshirt material for more than two years. Maybe three. Worth every penny. However many pennies that was.

AMELIA tunic, ANTONIA shirt and KATI skinny jeans. All fit like a dream! And all Farbenmix.

Monday, January 17, 2011

“If you can’t fly then run, if you can’t run then walk, if you can’t walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward.”

“As my sufferings mounted I soon realized that there were two ways in which I could respond to my situation — either to react with bitterness or seek to transform the suffering into a creative force. I decided to follow the latter course.”

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Sunday, January 9, 2011

I didn't do my 10-10-10 homework today. A couple of days ago, my neighbor knocked on my door and asked. "Hey, I'm cleaning out my garage. Do you want a photo l–"

"YES! Please!"

"-ightbox?" Whatever that is. Dude had me at "photo l–". This photo l–(ightbox) is like a mini studio, made of white acrylic and you use it to photograph small items. So, I had to play with that today. And such a tiny, perfectly controlled environment really isn't in the spirit of the 10-10-10 Me-Me.

BUT, I do have an important message for you today. And it is the writing on the wall.

Friday, January 7, 2011

There is a place where the sidewalk endsAnd before the street begins,And there the grass grows soft and white,And there the sun burns crimson bright,And there the moon-bird rests from his flightTo cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows blackAnd the dark street winds and bends.Past the pits where the asphalt flowers growWe shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,And watch where the chalk-white arrows goTo the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,For the children, they mark, and the children, they knowThe place where the sidewalk ends.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

I headed for the blob of blight in our neck of the woods: A power plant. If you are reading this blog, you are likely benefiting from electricity. All energy on our planet originates with the sun (except for kinetic energy, such as hydroelectric. Thank you, very clever son of mine). There are some ways to turn bits of sun rays and breezes into electrons. The way this place makes electricity is to take the energy captured by plants, which was then eaten by dinosaurs, who died and decayed, which remains were held under incredible pressure under tons of earth for millions of years...and then pumped up again, refined and burned...to create steam...to turn one giant set of magnets around other magnets... Pretty amazing, if you think about it...

Colette (Colette reflected on the people in her life, who had made some Christmas decorations for her. I'm really thinking this exercise is less and less about the photos themselves, but about something else. I think that's a good thing.)

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

While I'm not liking my photos, I am liking this exercise: Since I've given myself these constraints of ten minutes and no editing, I've really got to dig deep to finish my homework. A photographic "moment" isn't likely to drop in during my designated ten minutes, since moments really must contain people in the image. I'm really having to open my eyes to light, symmetry, pattern, shapes and color. And I want to cheat. I wanna cheat so bad. But then I see the U-Haul truck that tells me "U can do it!"

I'm using this mosaic maker. I didn't bother reading the fine print, so I'm not sure if this mosaic maker steals your identity or soul or whatever... But it does make good mosaics.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

These aren't great shots today, not by a long shot. But this exercise is in the doing, not what's done. In the photographing, not the photograph.

It is chilled-to-the-bone cold and rainy. But a quick espresso helps things considerably. January first is the day we do two things: Take down the Christmas tree and sort the earthquake kit. In Los Angeles, the rule of thumb is that in the event of The Big One, we Angelenos need to be prepared to live for three days without water, power and communication. So, it's all about sorting out old batteries while keeping energized with espresso and year-old trail mix.

boosegumps Instagram

Farbenmix Sewing on flickr

About Me

There are four interdependent elements of flight: Lift, thrust, drag and weight. I will categorize each entry in this flight log/blog according to each of these elements of flight. Many things, for example, will end up in the Weight category. While Weight may seem the antithesis of flight, it is usually the things making up the weight--the passengers or payload--that are the reason for initiating flight. Therefore, no Weight, no flight. Thrust will be the things that inspire and propel me and, hopefully, us higher and farther. Drag will be the things that slow me and us down. And Lift will be those magic moments when we leave the earth and soar.

There is an art, or rather a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. ~Douglas Adams, Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy

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